Your word for the week is petrichor. It means the smell of rain on dry soil. The refreshing petrichor of summer brought a coolness to a hot and sticky Pensacola. I don’t know how you would ever have occasion to use that sentence, but now you can.
It was the “word of the day” at the gas station this week while I was filling up. I like to play a little game with myself when I see the “word of the day” coming — whether it will be a word I actually use, whether I know it enough to be vaguely acquainted with its usage, etc. I flatter myself that I have a relatively sizeable lexicon. But I’ll admit, I had never even seen that word. And then by the time I got to the office, I had forgotten it. Thankfully I was able to track it down; otherwise I would not have an article for this space this week.
You know by now, I am all about learning new things. “Wisdom excels folly as light excels darkness” (Ecclesiastes 2:13). But, as Solomon learned all too well, knowledge for its own sake is as vain as the various pleasures of the flesh. The blessings God gives us must be used in a productive way, or else we might as well not be given them at all.
Unless I feel the pressing urge to sound snooty, I likely will go the next six months without referring to petrichor. And that knowledge will leave me, perhaps forever. I would hate for that to happen to the insights I gain from reading the Bible this year — particularly the parts I don’t read very often on my own. If I read with a view to application, though, perhaps it will bring a fresh petrichor to my walk with Christ.
(Was that forced? It felt forced.)